By Nick Marino
Updated July 30, 2004 at 04:00 AM EDT

Experienced enough to have some perspective on life, the veteran (and aptly named) Old 97’s spend their rootsy sixth disc recalling growing up. The CD opens with a birth (the cathartic ”Won’t Be Home”) and ends with a death (the mournful ”No Mother”), and in between covers love and loss with dreamy nostalgia (”Bloomington”) and utter goofiness (”Coahuila,” where they rhyme ”ravioli” with ”kind of lonely”).

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